Ren Fair Fight - Prompt Short

Ren Fair Fight - Prompt Short

Sup Y'all! This is a fun prompt that @bleeding-letters, @dmitrinfinite and @rainy-knights-of-villany worked on together on Frantic Fanfics! If you want to add on, please do so, it'd be really fun! Tag us all too, we'd love to read it <3

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Hero scrunched up their nose, seeing the ren fair. "Right, so you dragged me here?"

Villain hummed in agreement, dragging the hero into the crowd. Despite the normal attire they were dressed in, they carried two brilliantly shiny swords at their hips.

"I didn't know you were a ren fair person?"

"Yeah, I'm not," Villain replied, pulling hero to a hill top with little to no people. They pulled out the second sword, and handed it to Hero. "I just wanted to fight with swords with little to no intervention. The crowd will think it's an act, and I'll have the time of my life."

"Are you fucking kidding me," Hero grumbled, whilst Villain gave a shit-eating grin.

"You guys are dumb as shit," said Sidekick, appearing out of nowhere in a full King outfit.

"You could just go swordfight in an abandoned building or an empty parking lot, nobody wants to see your weird sexual tension at the ren fair."

"There's no weird sexual tension!" Hero said, at the same time Villain said; "Everybody wants to see it!" The two of them looked at each other and blinked.

"There's no sexual tension between us."

"Yes, there is! I bet the whole crowd would love to see it!"

"You're wrong!"

"Nope!"

Frustrated, Hero drew their sword. "Then I suppose we'll have to duel to prove it."

"Sure," Villain laughed, leaning over to whisper to Sidekick. "Your boss really is gullible, aren't they?" They drew their own sword, preparing to begin.

Their swords clashed, again and again, each time Hero was forced to take another step back. They knew they would run out of room to back up soon, but for now if they could just— Villain parried their attack once again, this time twisting the blades so Hero lost their grip.

Now, without a sword in their hand, they were defenseless. “Well well. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” The grin on Villain’s face turned wolfish.

“I’m still alive, right? Therefore, I have not fallen.” And just as the words left their mouth, Hero tripped and fell flat on their back.

“You were saying?”

“Oh, shut up.”

Villain hummed. “Why don’t you make me?” “… I just might, Love.”

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Have fun <3

🦖 Dinosaur-themed Writeblr Ask Game

New writeblr ask game: reblog to get dinosaurs and share passages from your WIP(s) 🦕

Megalosaurus - share an scene that begins a chapter/story arc/etc

Spinosaurus - share a scene that ends a chapter/story arc/etc

Therizinosaurus - share a scene that you’ve put a lot of work into

Parasaurolophus - share a scene where a character is/gets embarrassed or flustered

Triceratops - share a scene where one character is protecting or caring for another

Deinonychus - share a scene with banter

Allosaurus - share an action or combat scene

Stegosaurus - share a humorous scene

Troodon - share a scene that is really important to a character’s development

Brachiosaurus - share a sad or tragic scene

Velociraptor - share an ominous or scary scene

Iguanodon - share a character introduction scene

Gallimimus - share a happy or lighthearted scene

Pteranodon - share a peaceful scene

Maiasaura - share a scene full of love between characters (platonic, romantic, familial, or otherwise)

Ankylosaurus - share some of your favorite descriptive text

Apatosaurus - share some of your favorite dialogue

Carnotaurus - share a scene that contains some cool worldbuilding

T-rex - share a scene that you’re really proud of

Therizinosaurus - share a scene that you’ve put a lot of work into

This dino right here ^^^ IS NOT A PREDATOR. To whom all who have seen the Jurassic World: Dominion trailer or perhaps even the movie, this is the dino that hunted Claire. Yeah. The Wolverine-looking dino with the giant claws. IT IS A HERBIVORE!!! IT WOULD HAVE NOT KILLED THAT DEER FOR THE FUN OF IT OR EVEN HUNTED CLAIRE LIKE A PREDATOR!! THOSE CLAWS WERE USED TO PULL PLANTS INTO THEIR REACH.

The claws would have broken in a fight because of them being so fragile. AND they should’ve when that one fight happened. For those who have seen the movie, you know what fight I’m talking about.

Anyway… what you came here for… the scene that took me way too long to finish

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“Remember. No one goes anywhere near him when he arrives. We don’t want any suspicion. We’re going to let him come to us.” Marcus pressed in on the comm as subtlety as he could without bringing attention to himself.

“We heard you the first hundred times. I think we got it.” Control’s voice murmured. Marcus watched the steady flow of people entering the ballroom, searching for the man of the hour. He was barely listening to what the man next to him was saying, or the orchestra beginning to play a slow waltz.

“Excuse me miss,” An unfamiliar voice rang through the earpiece suddenly.

Control whipped around, relaxing when she realized who it was. The mark. “May I have this dance?”

She smiled brightly at him. “You may. And whom may I have the pleasure of dancing with?”

Someone choked on a drink.

“Ah. I am Jeremiah DeRudio. The fourth. And you are?”

“Charlotte. Lady Charlotte.” She gave before bowing in a curtsy.

Someone started coughing.

“Excuse me for one moment.” Marcus gave a polite smile to the man before walking away and out of sight.

That smile dropped as soon as he was alone. “What was that?” He growled at no one in particular.

“I have no clue. None in the slightest.” One agent responded.

“Luke, did you know about this?” Alex demanded.

A keyboard clacked for a few moments before he replied. “No I did not. I couldn’t of possibly known.”

“C’mon Luke. You know her and her tech better than the rest of us. How did you NOT know?”

“We talked for less than five minutes Alex!”

“Shut. Up.” Marcus hissed. They both fell quiet.

Laughter floated across the comm. Light, carefree.

“A Duchess? Forgive me for not realizing right away.”

“Oh, it’s quite alright. Most don’t notice. They become too snobbish to care.” The last few words were bitter.

“Wow. She sounds so sincere.” Alex whispered. Marcus, along with a few others, shushed him.

“And where was did you said you were from again?”

“London mostly. But I do love to travel.“ The small talk continued on as they danced, Control spinning her web into a trap faster than the pair spun across the floor. Creating the illusion of someone Mr. DeRudio could count on whenever he might need to. Which was another lie of course, but it was necessary. He was rich and powerful, and he used that to destroy whatever stood in his way. It was time for her to even out the scales.

It has come to my attention that I have put this on the wrong blog. Sorry

My cousin is trying to fight God and physics at the same time and I’m here to support him just with popcorn

Capes

"But I don't wanna wear a cape!" Hero complained.

"Why not?" Superhero asked, "it adds a regal air to your look as a defender of justice!"

"It makes me feel like I have a superiority complex!"

Hero paced around the room, their cape fluttering behind them as they walked.

"See what I mean?" Hero asked.

"Capes are great for weather protection," Superhero reasoned, "and it matches the rest of your suit!"

Hero only pouted in response.

"Look," Superhero sighed, "if you really don't like it, you can take it off, but I think you look very nice."

Hero didn't hesitate. They took off the cape and folded it up neatly, setting it down on a nearby table. They sighed in relief and spun around in a circle. They didn't have the heart to tell Superhero the real reason they wouldn't wear a cape: they had watched The Incredibles and they were traumatized now.

Carnotaurus - share a scene that contains some cool worldbuilding

The phone rang within forty-eight hours, the screen flashing a blocked caller ID. It told Drift exactly who it was. And he wasn’t happy with answering in the slightest.

“What?” He snapped.

A voice on the other side chuckled. “Well, that’s no way to treat an old friend.”

“We are not friends in the slightest. Do you have the information I asked for?” Lady walked by the conference room at that exact moment. He motioned for her to join him. She took the phone from his ear and put it on speaker.

“-that’s just hurtful. And here I thought you reached out to me wanting to make peace.” Drift could practically see his menacing grin, his voice in venomous undertones.

“What are you trying to say?” Drift growled at the other. “I am not in the mood to play games. Especially not your kind.”

“Straight to business. I’ve always admired that about you, you know. Alright then, I’ve found her.”

He froze in his tracks. Lady’s eyes widened, whether from fear or astonishment, he couldn’t tell. Raceway appeared at their side, confusion etched across his face.

Drift took his eyes off the phone, whispering. “BURNOUT.” Raceway stared in shock, then in anger. “You-”

“Oh, stop panicking already. I don’t have her.”

All attention snapped back to the phone. “What do you mean, you don’t have her? Where is she?”

“She’s probably been moved by now, but if it will help you-”

“It will.” Drift snapped. Burnout had wasted too much time already.

“As I was saying before I was oh so rudely interrupted, I found her in D.C.. But you’re going to have to hire someone else to rescue her.” He muttered something else unintelligible under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Oh nothing… nothing that will be of concern to you.” A motorcycle roared to life through the phone.

“Why would I get someone else? You’re already there. Start giving me real answers. I’m getting tired of these kniving truths, Burnout.” Drift snapped before he had a second chance to think about it.

“It’s for the very same reason, my dear Drift, that you do not deal with other thieves. I don’t deal with the CIA.”